I’m on my own unique kind of rainy-day mission–doing almost nothing. I sit in my cushioned chair with my legs propped up, a cozy quilt wrapped tightly around me, and turn a page. I’m indulging in a novel.

The voice inside my head insists I do something constructive, for God’s sake. The world needs saving and your house is a mess, while you waste away your day. My nunly self has always ordinarily cooperated, but I’m finally learning to ignore her. Rather than bolt upright and proceed with my to-do list, I take a deep breath, sink another inch into my cushion, and settle into the story.